In His Life, A Man

Memory. My Poison, My Food.

Any Open Net Was An Unforgivable Crime Meriting Immediate Punishment, And [di Stefano] Carried Out The Sentence By Stabbing At It Like A Mischievous Elf.

In This World Which Is Losing Faith In So Called Representative Democracy, There Are New Developments In Participatory Democracy. These Are Very Interesting Developments, Reflecting The Revitalization Of Community Power With A More And More Active Presence Of Minorities In Political Life, Including The Presence Of Women Who Are Of Course By No Means A Minority.

The Poet, Distracted By Politics, Asks Of Poetry That It Make Itself Useful Like Metal Or Flour, That It Get Ready To Stain Its Face With Coal Dust And Fight Body To Body.

I Can't Sleep. There Is A Woman Stuck Between My Eyelids. I Would Tell Her To Get Out If I Could. But There Is A Woman Stuck In My Throat